Saturday, November 27, 2010

High Plains

Cold sun gold
warming the high plains drifter
celebrating dirty yellow-brown grasses
spotted cattle dotted

Bold wind cold
calling to life churning windmills
flinging creation down ribbons of blacktop
stark quiet dark

The mountains whispering, beckoning
"come home"

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Emily Sargate said...

That... is beautiful. Sincerely beautiful. It makes me feel as if I am standing there... Very nice.

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